to dust
my arms outstretched, I embrace the heavens like a
long-lost child ...
let this ocean of suns swallow me, its deep, dark
gut, my tomb -
should love care to find me, let it be as stardust ...
distant ... cold.
** For the “Put Your Best Sijo Forward” Poetry Contest, Andrea Dietrich, sponsor and judge. **
( Syllables = 15 per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
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